Fitful Waiting

No one has been able to figure out just why Guardians have trouble manifesting in daylight, and The Light isn't talking. It wasn't a new thing, however, so it was just something Guardians trained for. That wasn't to say that they were useless in daylight, far from it. While they can still affect their surroundings, with great effort, something in the sun's light prevented any but the most powerful from being visible to normal humans.

To Gloriana, this was a minor obstacle. She did not want her charges to know she was keeping watch on them all the time now. She was worried, but she didn't want them to worry. So, she stayed invisible to them, except on her visits. She had quickly grown fond of the time spent with them, aware that it was something she had missed out on while actually alive. She tried to dwell on that as little as possible.

As other Guardians came into view or passed by, she nodded to them. Some returned it. Others didn't. She was used to it. As much as she was worried about what was going on with Gabriel, Glory was wondering if this was an exorcise in futility. Still. Better safe than sorry, she supposed.

After a month or two, however, she became more than a little concerned when Gabriel had not contacted her yet. She knew he could take care of himself, he was an archangel after all. She contemplated trying to get in touch with him, but she was afraid of alerting people that she really shouldn't. Undoubtedly, Phanuel would wonder why she wanted to talk with her old mentor. He may not be in on any conspiracies, but Phanuel did not like Glory very much and the feeling was quite mutual.

Then she started noticing a darkening of the Aether surrounding everything. It was a subtle thing, but the shadows were noticeably starting to creep. It was getting worse, she thought darkly. She spent most time not spent watching Raph and Cassie pacing in her quarters. She was careful not to let on, but Cassie and her father could tell something was wrong. Raphael finally asked her what was bothering her one night.

"What's on your mind?" Like everything, his voice was quiet when he asked.

"What? I am not sure what you mean, Raphael." She had known the question was coming, by the way both he and Cassie were watching her while she was around. Almost as closely as she was watching them.

"Come on. I may have only known you for a few months, but I am pretty good at reading people. You've been looking jittery for over a week now."

She was quiet for a time, looking at him, through him really. She didn't think it would be a good idea to tell him anything. Finally, she set her lips together. "I cannot say. Not yet. There are," she paused, looking for the right words, "concerning events in motion. I cannot say more than that, so please do not ask."

Raph studied her for a few moments, then nodded. "Alright. I just," he looked away briefly, "I don't like seeing you this upset."

She looked at him fondly, "I appreciate that, Raphael. I truly do. However, it would be irresponsible for me to talk about it now." Now the set of her jaw told him that was all she would say.

He nodded and let it go.


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

We lost one of our cats today.

Her name was Tami. She was 21 years old. She got her name because of the markings on her face. She looked like she had tons of make-up on, so we named her Tami after the then-household name Tammy-Faye Baker. She had a good run. We loved her very much. Scratch that. We LOVE her very much. She could barely move anymore and she wasn't eating or drinking. We didn't want to do it, but if we didn't put her down, she could have lingered, and none of us would have been able to stand seeing her that way. Anyone who has had to put a beloved pet down knows how we feel right now. It doesn't matter that we have others, it doesn't matter that she "was just a cat." She was, and still is, a big part of our family. I was eleven when we got her, and it is going to be very hard to know she won't be complaining at us for more ice in her water, or for filling her bowls, or any number of other things that we will remember her for. She will be missed. I don't know if I...
Read more

You don't tug on Superman's cape...

        As a comic fan who’s had almost 20 years to mature into the hobby, I’ve learned to take other people’s opinions in stride. After all, I can like something that you hate and vice versa. There’s one thing, though that always get me: Superman is a lame, boring character.         You don’t get to say that. Superman is the first hero, the one to whom the kids putting their underoos on outside of their pants for the first time look up to. He’s been continually published since the late ‘30’s for a reason. He’s an icon. Period.         Normally, you can have your opinion, but you can’t just declare a character “lame” just because YOU don’t like him. You gotta remember that every character is someone’s favorite. I’m pretty laid back on that respect, but... Superman? Really? I’d sooner blame the writer for not writing the character well enough, and *I* am a writer, amate...
Read more

Fear

        I think anyone that does any kind of writing struggles with fear. Fear that no one will like what you wrote. Fear that your teacher won’t give you a good grade. Fear that what you write won’t make any sense.                  Now, I’m not gonna go on about writer’s block, because I think in most cases, all writer’s block is, is an excuse to dismiss the fear you feel. Put a tangible name to it. It probably helps to give writers something to fight. No one wants to deal with fear. That’s the whole point, in a way.         One think that I have noticed about my self these last several months, is that fear is insidious. Most times, you do not notice that it has crept up on you. You make excuses. “Oh, I’m too tired,” or “It’s hard to write AND work on my school work.” For me at least, I think these boil down to simple fear. Aft...
Read more